Pity the tired carpenter.
Coming into a warm house
After a day’s labor
Outside
In the winter
That tide of warmth
An undertow
Would overwhelm me
With the urge to lay for a moment
Upon the couch
And sleep
That sums it up perfectly.
Hard workers deserve rest.
Well crafted poem!
thank you Arjan.
Ha! I can honestly say I have never been THAT tired. I always have just enough energy to eat. Although just one time I fell asleep in the front hall, resting against the radiator. It was a very cold day of work and those really take it out of you.
Thank you Barbara. That’s a carpenter’s life.
Coming into a warm house
After a day’s labor
Outside
In the winter
That tide of warmth
An undertow
Would overwhelm me
With the urge to lay for a moment
Upon the couch
And sleep
That sums it up perfectly.
Hard workers deserve rest.
Well crafted poem!
thank you Arjan.
Ha! I can honestly say I have never been THAT tired. I always have just enough energy to eat. Although just one time I fell asleep in the front hall, resting against the radiator. It was a very cold day of work and those really take it out of you.
Thank you Barbara. That’s a carpenter’s life.